Rowena's hands trembled as she clutched the journal. The name Myra and the date from nearly a century ago were an undeniable link to the past. Overcome by a desperate need for answers, she sat on the floor, flipping past the worn leather cover to the first entry.
Myra's elegant script filled the page. The entry began just as Rowena had discovered:
"I woke up tonight in a strange and beautiful house. It has chosen me. My dreams have always been vivid, but this is something else entirely. The house is a sanctuary, a place of peace, but it is not of my time. It exists outside of time, and it has found me in my moment of greatest need. It is a refuge, a place to heal, and a place to find what was lost. I am the Guest, and I have found my purpose."
Rowena's eyes scanned the page, her heart pounding. The words "not of my time" and "outside of time" echoed in her mind. This wasn't just a dream house-it was a timeless place. It was a secret world that existed for a purpose she couldn't yet understand. She turned the page, and the next entry was also from Myra.
"The house has a strange rule. It gives you a sense of when you are needed and when your time is up. I found myself in a different era, but my home, my family, my life-they were still there. My heart knows the difference between the reality of the Guest House and the memory of my home."